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Well, for what it's worth, an update on things. I've got down here on Saturday (by the National Express again, two whole years since I last used 'em. And ON TIME now) in one piece and have remained so ever since. I did indeed see the play tonight. And second-rowed, which doesn't have the complete kick as frontrowing but a good view nonetheless.
Robert was on fine form (and very nice it was to see that form up close) and I swear his French and Yorkshire accents have got so hilarious the play could have just been an entire hour of him holding imaginary conversations talking like that and it'd still be highly entertaining.
No, did not meet him afterwards.
I was with Craig who has a habit of wanting to exit places really really quickly. So that's all I have to report. And much as I was in high spirits for, ooh, one hour (don't rush the action Robert! Seriously, it seemed very fast-paced tonight), the rest of the day has been a bit of a washout. Partly compounded by starting it with the following news:
R.I.P Bob Spiers
Although gah at that headline, he did so much more. Including a series called Joking Apart. What's that, you're not familiar with it? Why, it's out on DVD. Two series, in fact. Bob did a commentary. Muggins here did the subtitles. Why don't you know this already? And just who am I talking to here?
Anyway, it kind of went downhill from there. I think the lowest point was sat crying in a west-end bar (even after using wine in an attempt to liven things up). Some days, everything is going to get to you. Or is that just me being a mentalist?